Dear You,
You know what hurts the most ? it hurts me when you just don't know the cold war that I had to go through. The war where telling you the truth was my foe. I had to keep the secret down below. I was afraid and I didn't want to tell you the whole thing as words can become the most lethal weapon and I didn't want you to get hurt. Simply because I care about every single part of you, in every single moment.
You just meant a lot to me. I couldn't just reveal it to you... there are fears and everything must be considered ...
Now you know... Nature didn't want this to become true, or is it you ? Were you hiding it ? Were you pretending that you are not seeing anything ? Were you covering the fact that you know everything by ignoring all the signs I was showing ?
A lot of questions, to which I can only find one answer... but now that I don't care, I wouldn't ask for it... Now that I had to take another road, a very long road that crosses the desert, with pedal to the metal, with my packet of cigarette and a bottle of Johnnie Walker by my side...
Everyday you get to discover how much this world could be cruel and careless... I don't want to think about that any more...
I won't forget You as you had placed a red bullet in my heart, as you left your sweet smell on my hand... No I won't ...
Best regards...
